Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

If you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them.

When a girl feels that she's perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That's charm

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there's a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?

It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.

She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

All good writing is like swimming underwater and holding your breath.

And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and--and in love before they're born.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.